Plane Pet Dealer

Chapter 700 Attending Your Own Funeral

After a night's flight, Li Longze returned to his family's ancestral home in Quancheng the next morning.

It's just... Standing in front of the door, Li Longze's heart suddenly sank, and he became anxious.

I saw white and white elegiac couplets hanging in front of the door, and there was a sound of mourning and music in the yard. This... is the rhythm of funerals!
who diedThe one who can hang a white cloth on the gate of the ancestral house is probably not some insignificant collateral disciple, but the main figure of the Long family.

Who else could be the main characters of the Long family?Anyway, they are all related by blood and closely related to themselves.

Li Longze walked into the gate with a heavy expression, he only hoped that it wasn't his parents, grandpa and other relatives.

It was early in the morning at this time, and the huge courtyard seemed extremely lonely. After passing through the looping corridor, Li Longze came to the front main courtyard.

Then, looking at the scene in front of him, Li Longze was stunned again, but he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

I saw a lot of wreaths sent by many people in the yard, and his name was written on the white elegiac couplet!
Confused though, this funeral...seemed to be for him!
"Cough! What's going on?" Li Longze coughed dryly, and asked a few servants who were busy in the yard.

"Short...short...young master! Ghost!" A man who was sweeping the floor looked up, shouted, dropped his broom and ran away.

Others also exclaimed one after another, jumping around for a while, and in a short while, there was no one in front of Li Longze's eyes.

The corner of Li Longze's mouth twitched, what is this all about!

"Come out! Tell me, what's going on? Why are you holding my funeral?" Li Longze was stunned for a moment, then walked into the courtyard hall, knocked on the table, and asked a servant hiding under the table.

"Young...young master! I've always been towards you! Don't look for me! Don't look for me!" The man looked timidly and waved his hands again and again.

"I'm not dead! I'm not a ghost, come out!" Li Longze was speechless for a moment. Although these odd jobs at home were either ordinary people invited or adopted orphans, and most of them didn't have much time to spare, they were afraid of ghosts. Li Longze was quite annoyed by his appearance.

"Oh? Really... really not a ghost?" The man was dragged out from under the table by Li Longze, tremblingly touched Li Longze, and then hesitated.

"Then... young master, are you back to life? Resurrected from the dead?" Afterwards, he asked in amazement.

"You big-headed ghost, I'm not dead at all!" Li Longze rolled his eyes, his patience was at its limit at this point.

Anyone who saw someone else holding his own funeral with his own eyes would probably not be in a good mood, not to mention that this person was timid and didn't answer his own questions, which made Li Longze even more annoyed.

"Ah? How is it possible? We... We have all seen your young master's corpse with our own eyes!" The man said with a determined face.

"My corpse?" Li Longze frowned, vaguely guessing.

"That's right! It was the head of the family who went to bring your body back. In the past two days, he has performed rituals and many guests have come. Before dawn today, he... uh... carried your body to the ancestral grave and sold it. "The man looked at Li Longze's getting worse and worse, and said cautiously.

"Go do your thing!" Li Longze let go of the man, sighed helplessly, turned and walked out.

Not long after, his figure appeared in the ancestral tomb outside the city, and the sound from inside the ancestral tomb could still be heard at this moment, the coffin probably hadn't fallen down yet.

Li Longze hurriedly followed the sound, and saw a scene that made him laugh bitterly.

There was a group of black people, many from the monastic world, such as Chunyang, Kunlun and other sects, sent some people to express their opinions.

After all, they are all orthodox monks, and they need to pay attention to face and morality. Li Longze has made contributions to the monastic world at any rate.

"Dead" at this time, if they don't send people to the funeral, it will damage their decent face.

There are more people from the Long family, and some people who the Long family has made friends with in the world, and these people have different expressions.

Like Long Qianshui, it can be seen that they are sincerely mourning, and their expressions are sad.

But some have a bitter look on the surface, maybe they are laughing secretly in their hearts!

Yunjian Villa, the alliance formed by the Long family not long ago, did not send a single person.

What they fancy is only Li Longze, Li Longze is dead, how can they care about the Long family?
What Li Longze cared about was actually just a few of them.

At this time, Li Yunfang, Long Guoji, and Qu Wuyou cuddled together with mournful expressions and stared at the unburied coffin intently.

And Long Qianshui and Long Yuan seemed to be sincere. At this time, they were standing in the crowd with solemn expressions, fists clenched, and they even seemed a little lost in thought.

As the head of the family, Long Hao still couldn't see any expression on his face, only the hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly, it could be seen that he was not feeling well at this time.

Regardless of blood relationship, Li Longze is his grandson, but from the perspective of the Long family he cares about, Li Longze is also the future of the Long family.

"Fall!" At this time, the coffin had been hoisted to a suitable position, Long Hao's expression was moved for a moment, and then he returned to normal, calmly raised his hands and pressed down.

"Stop!" Li Longze stepped forward and said.

However, there were quite a lot of people around the grave, and they were all paying attention to the coffin. No one noticed him immediately. He only heard the voice, and thought someone was making trouble. Long Hao asked angrily: "Who !Who is talking nonsense here!"

However, following the sound at this time, Long Hao's eyes widened immediately, and he didn't even finish what he was going to say, and quickly directed: "Wait... wait! Put down the coffin!"

"You...you are Long Ze?" Then, he asked in disbelief.

"Are you my grandfather? I'm not dead yet, so you're busy arranging my funeral?" Li Longze didn't answer, but rolled his eyes and complained.

"You're not dead?" At this moment, the people around were also shocked and asked in a few words.

Li Yunfang ran over in a hurry, grabbed Li Longze's hand, and embraced him.

I hadn’t cried just now when I watched the coffin fall, but now I couldn’t make a sound. I just repeated one sentence: "Great! Great! You didn’t die! Don’t scare Mom like this next time!"

"I'm sorry! There will be no next time." Li Longze sighed, obediently let his mother hug him tightly, and comforted her by stroking her back.

Although it didn't seem to be his fault, but they had misunderstood something, Li Longze couldn't explain this situation other than apologizing.

"Haha! I'll just say it! My elder brother's disaster will last for a thousand years!" On the other side, Long Yuan reacted, but seemed relieved, and said with a big smile.

"This...what the hell is going on? I went to Huahai to bring your body back from the police station, and they all saw your... corpse with their own eyes." Then, after a while, Long Hao began to investigate ask.

(End of this chapter)